Yang Song faced an unprecedented dilemma. When he was a child, he could solve this dilemma by finding a suitable tree. However, it was because he was an 18-year-old adult man. Doing such a disgraceful thing in public would definitely attract countless people to watch.

But where should I go to the bathroom?

Yang Song looked at the people queuing in line at the door of the toilet with a blank look on his face. This was the fifth toilet he had found. No toilet in a huge shopping mall was empty. Rather than saying that the people squatting in the toilet and moaning and excreting had terrible patience, he admired the people queuing up to wait for the toilet.

"I don't believe there will be so many people in the toilet outside the mall!" Yang Song walked out of the mall with his legs and calves shaking.

There seems to be a very hot event here. There is a huge stage in the center of the mall. Four or five trendy men dyed in various colors are dancing on the stage, and they are also singing songs that Yang Song can spit out for him in their microphones.

What's so bad is that the heavy and harsh sound waves emitted by the sunken metal music also resonated with his bladder, making him feel that somewhere in his lower body was about to explode.

"Damn symphony!"

Yang Song secretly complained that the people who came to perform were so harsh.

Yang Song knew why he was disgusted with symphony now. He was almost unable to hold it in. He didn't know why he came to this ghost place. There were not even women here, only men.

These people were so slow that they went out. Yang Song endured the violent urination in his bladder and struggled to pat a man in front of him, saying, "Brother, please give me it, I have something urgent to do."

The man turned his head, looked at Yang Song with a cold face, and said, "Come first and then come."

Yang Song was so anxious that he was in a state of great anxiety that he would not feel better, but he did not want to cause unnecessary disputes. Seeing that the buddy looked very unfriendly, he was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he raised his shoulder and prepared to squeeze over.

Just as Yang Song was about to take action, a scream and scolding sounded not far away.

"Isn't it just that you let me give in? Why are you pushing me? I'm sick!"

"Don't you know you're going to line up?"

"But you all walked for half an hour and didn't even get out, so I can't squeeze it?"

He could no longer bear it. Yang Song knew that he could not wait any longer and quickly walked out of the mall. He decided: find a corner where no one can solve the problem. As for the public morality? Fuck the public morality!

With his legs tightly clamped, Yang Song looked around and suddenly found that he was in the open space not far from the entrance of the mall. He unexpectedly found that a toilet was located there alone, with no one at the entrance. Compared with the popularity of the shopping mall toilet, this toilet was simply deserted and terrible.

Yang Song ran over without thinking. A smile on his face just appeared, but the moment he ran to the door, he turned into a bitter face.

"This is actually a women's toilet! Where is the men's toilet?"

Yang Song was a little disbelief and looked around and couldn't find the male sign! Who built this Tiansha toilet? Isn't this a scam?

With anger and unwilling complaints, Yang Song suddenly woke up from this dream. At this time, he only felt that his bladder was about to explode.

He jumped out of the bed in a pair of shorts and ran to the toilet outside with his shirtless. The school dormitory is very old and there is no single toilet for the student dormitory in the dormitory.

When he ran to the door of the public toilet on the aisle, Yang Song was stunned. There were hundreds of people crowding on the toilet on one floor. Under the dim light at the entrance of the corridor, they all stood at the door of the toilet with strange expressions staring at the other people.

"Damn, what's going on?" Yang Song was stunned. At this moment, he finally understood the origin of the allusion that the toilet was called "Lun (Lun) Dun (Squat).

"Buzz!"

When Yang Song was considering whether to continue to "squat" down, mosquitoes sounded in his ears, and an early mosquito was launching an air strike against his right ear.

"Bang!"

Yang Song, who was so anxious that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, was extremely irritable. He instinctively slapped him with all his might and slapped him in the face.

After a buzzing sound in my ear, a wet feeling came from my palms, and the mosquito was shot dead and turned into a ball of rotten meat.

at the same time.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god! Who hit me?"

"Why are you numbing me?"

"I didn't hit you! Are you blind? I think you hit me?"

Almost at the same time, everyone covered their right ears, and looked at the people around them with anger, and many people with bad tempers even started fighting directly. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and many people who were afraid of trouble had already left this place of right and wrong.

Yang Song didn't care about so many people. Seeing many people going downstairs, he looked at the long queue in front of him that was endless, and couldn't help but follow him and decided to find a grass to free his suppressed bladder.

Surprisingly, Yang Song actually saw his four-eyed head teacher standing by the tree and unzipping the zipper in his crotch!

The head teacher with eyes naturally saw Yang Song, and immediately blushed and waved Yang Song away, which made Yang Song laugh and cry.

Yang Song found a corner that had just been used by his "predecessors", pulled down the zipper, opened the gate and released the water.

Reduce stress,

Shake the gun, carry the gun, withdraw the gun, put the gun back, close the door, and release the flood alarm!

After finishing, Yang Song let out a sigh and turned around to a boy standing behind him waiting for him to give up his seat and smiled apologetically:

"It's over, it's your turn!"

The boy showed a strange expression on his face and said, "I suddenly feel that I am not in a hurry to pee?"

Not only him, but also standing nearby, like the classmate behind Yang Song, waiting to pick up the other people who "water" the wall in front of him, and at this time he also exclaimed "the flood was lifted".

At 7:45 a.m. on Friday, the "abnormal incident" of Yang Song's college was shrouded in. Thousands of teachers and students felt anxious to urinate and queued up to grab the toilet was resolved at the moment when Yang Song "received his gun".

This morning, Yang Song overslept. Even though he was waking up with the previous urination, he was still late.

After solving the personal burden, Yang Song quickly passed through the campus covered with the smell of urine while chewing on the bread he bought. When he arrived in the class, it was already 8:05.

The teachers who should have come to class for a long time did not appear in the classroom, but the students who were sitting in the seats did not have the awareness of waiting for class at all. Instead, they all held their mobile phones and browsed the web pages while enthusiastically discussing what had just happened.

"What a strange thing. I didn't urinate, but I was so nervous that I couldn't urinate in the toilet, but I just wanted to urinate."

"Me too!"

Not only peeing, but another thing.

"I was urinating at the stairs and was slapped inexplicably! There was no one next to me!"

"What? I was beaten too! I thought it was Liao Dehua who was beaten by that pervert!"

"So too! My pants were soaked!"

"Who knows it! Tell me?"

The boys were unscrupulously discussing the "shame" that just happened to them, while the girls were a little more reserved, but they also gathered together and muttered in a low voice. The urgent matter of urinating made the girls feel embarrassed, and no one joined the boys' loud discussion, but as soon as the inexplicable slap in the face came out, the girls next to them immediately joined the loud discussion.

"No way?"

Only then did Yang Song realize that the screams came from around him after the slap he slapped in the face when he was raided by mosquitoes in "London" half an hour ago.

Really realizing that something was wrong, he instinctively and smartly decided to join himself as the "victims" around him.

But something even more exciting is still to come.

A classmate who was browsing the web on his mobile phone screamed.

"The posts from Tianya Forum are now washed out by peeing and slapping posts!"

"Not only Tianya, Zhihu has also fallen, but also NetEase and Sina are all peeing and slapping posts now!"

"The video is out! President Obama's speech in Congress, a video of being slapped by a mysterious force! This is not only China, but also foreigners are shot!"

"Let me see...this video? Not only him, but also the guards around him and the onlookers who were watching the melon-eating crowd made a video of being beaten?"

The news coming from around him became more and more explosive. Yang Song listened silently and quietly put the right hand that shot down the mosquito in front of him. There could be a little black mark in his palm, which was a little trace left by the mosquito that wanted to bite him.

"It's not true, is it?"

Yang Song thought about it and did something.

He looked at the teacher in front of him vigilantly, quietly reached his right hand behind his butt, and then pinched his butt with his thumb and index finger.

"Ah! Who twists my butt!"

While the stinging pain came, the whole class made a whisper of pain and pain, and made a gesture of protecting his butt with his hands.

Things are going on!
Chapter completed!